It was exactly what he wanted. Raylan sighed again in a soft contentment, head turning a little into that touch as he studied Malcolm's features. Could he wait for that? Would he, really? Despite himself, Raylan hoped.

"If-" He stopped and corrected himself, allowing them a the fraction of pretend that they'd had before. "When we go back.. Wherever you are in it.. Maybe I can help. The Marshal's Service. If you're okay with it."